Great Novelist

The coin snorts.

“It's nothing. ”

The sound of his voice echoes from the stage. This is not the response the facilitator wanted. The coin replied with absolutely no hesitation. The facilitator was further encouraged.

“A shame to lose to such a young writer if you don't get an award. ”

The facilitator opens his mouth and touches the air. The impression of imitating someone never seems to be your opinion. I heard a lot of laughter. He was silent.

“Don't you have any concerns about hearing this? ”

“Nothing.”

The coin remains intact. I finished with a short answer. The facilitator handed over the answer to him countless times.

“How does Kelly Coin and her rival feel? ”

“It's an honor. I know that he has a great reputation as a writer. ”

“What do you think about this award ceremony? ”

He turned his eyes and looked at the audience. I am very interested. They believed and did not doubt. The owner of the trophy wins.

“Who do you think will win the prize? ”

The facilitator asked again. If they're right, the results are already in. He replied.

“I think I'll take both. ”

The tantrum spills. The atmosphere doesn't get worse. He swept his neck.

“Pick a side. ”

His large eyes and nose swell together.

“Why? It could happen. It's not like there's no story at all. ”

“That's not the answer I was looking for. ”

He looked at his big mouth and said.

“Then I guess I'll get the coins. ”

“Why do you think that is? ”

“I was moved by his book. ”

“That's fucked up. ”

The coin takes a deep breath to continue.

“I think I'm going to throw up because I suck. ”

Then I shut up. The facilitator turned to a stronger question, as if he had moved on from his words with a vain laugh.

“Does that mean you're not confident in winning coins? ”

He didn't flinch. The mug is lifted and the throat is wet. He waited for an answer.

“If he's alive, he'll win someday. ”

He looks him in the eye. A big eye made a decision. I quickly read the instructions and checked the time. A specific brand emerged from his mouth Sponsor.

“I'll be back in a moment to have fun. ”

I hung up for a moment. The facilitator's face is expressionless, and he looks at the onstage silent crowd for some excitement.

“I'm going to start the game. ”

A board board is standing, brought by the staff during the rest. The coin gazes at the board with fierce eyes. The facilitator quickly followed the description of the game. The atmosphere that had sunk quickly became hot.

“Call the number inscribed here and I will give you the appropriate quiz. Raise your hand if you know the correct answer. ”

The coin looked completely uninterested. He replied that he knew.

“So who would choose a number first? ”

“Me.”

As he raises his hand, the coin announces its permission with a jaw.

“Number four.”

“Oh, this is what it's been like from the start. ”

He smiles slyly. I wonder what kind of question he looks like. I had an ominous feeling. He graciously read the problems in the script.

“Tell me more than three symptoms of alcohol withdrawal. ”

“Oops.”

Moaning and laughing came from the audience at the same time. The coin sits boldly. He looked at the writer sitting next to him and raised his hand. The presenter is surprised and gives you the right to speak up.

“Do you know the answer? ”

“Yes.”

“So tell me. ”

“Typical withdrawal symptoms include hand tremors, insomnia, autonomic nervous system hypertension, vomiting, anxiety, and seizures. ”

The facilitator opens his eyes and shouts, sweeping the script. Correct.

“Why do you know that? ”

“I did some research. ”

“And you know those names in English? ”

“Who am I? ”

I blurted out a lie. The coin looks at him with suspicious eyes.

“Well, there's one more question on the same subject. Please let your coins flow this time. ”

“Don't be so hard on yourself. ”

He looks ridiculous.

“Alcoholism is determined by the amount of alcohol you drink per day. Is this right or wrong? ”

He and Coin raise their hands at the same time. He gives Coin a chance to answer after a moment of deliberation.

“Drinking a lot doesn't mean you're all an alcoholic. ”

“That's right! You're right, because you have experience. ”

“He's taken the first problem away from me, and I'm pretty upset. ”

Coins twist legs. The facilitator looked back at him.

“What a coincidence. You raised your hand on this one. Okay?”

“Yeah, well. There's no way to find out. ”

“Why not? Do you mind if I elaborate on the matter? ”

He remembered the questions asked by past doctors.

“Having a certain level of drinking, not being able to work because of alcohol, not being able to work because of food, hobbies, · · · · · So drinking is more important than responsibility, trembling hands, or having withdrawal symptoms. ”

“Resistance, abstinence, obsession, obsession. ”

Coin clears. A mysterious applause erupts from the audience. The facilitator noticed that the situation was pleasant.

“If I had known this, I would have prepared ten problems per subject. ”

“Is this the Alcoholism Alert? ”

“No way. Let's move on.”

Since then, Australia and Coin spoke the numbers in turn and solved the total ten questions, two for each topic. He counted the current scores.

“Five to five. ”

He looks at the remaining issues and says:

“Let's go with one last question. ”

“Very well.”

The coin immediately called a number. The problems that have been faced so far have been in the areas of Earth, Physics, History, Art and Politics. Now I think about what I have left. The facilitator opened his mouth. He wrote a sentence in an unfamiliar pronunciation without any explanation. He turned slightly to the sentence that was interpreted in his head. An ancient language.

“Rosetta Stone is responsible for the decoding of the ancient hieroglyphics of Egypt. There was some good news that they recently found records like Rosetta Stone. This led to the decoding of the impossible 5th-century nomadic script. ”

I heard what he said when he was in the army.

“How would I know that? ”

Coin was annoyed. The facilitator raises his hand.

“Don't worry. We have a choice. What kind of sentence is the correct interpretation? ”

He utters a strange pronunciation again.

“Don't you know? ”

He said with moxibustion.

“I saw it once when I was researching the data. ”

“So you get it? ”

I know, but I still can't answer that I've read the decoded text a long time ago.

“I don't know.”

Despite his answer, the coin did not raise any suspicious eyes. The facilitator said the choice.

“Once, about the way of sacrifice. This time, about teaching your disciples. Three, regarding how to elect the Promotion. Four times, how to give birth to a warrior. ”

He raised his head and asked.

“You mean there's an answer? ”

“Yes, I do. ”

He saw the coin. You take a look at the audience. No one thinks it's strange. He was a little embarrassed. There's no answer there. Maybe deniing the premise that the decoding is happening is the real problem.

“Is it true about the research? ”

“Yes, this is a problem that our physics staff has been looking through. ”

Proud answer. There's a problem somewhere. He was silent. The facilitator asked why.

“It's just that I don't have any answers. ”

“Isn't it a shooting battle after all? ”

“Luck is good. ”

The coin raises three fingers with the face of exhaustion. I chose three. All that was left was Australia.

“Don't you have a choice? ”

“Nothing. There's definitely an answer. ”

“I see.”

Then the real question is to get the interpretation reported to the academic community correct. I don't even know him. Coin kicks your feet as you ponder.

“Make it quick. Let's see you battle for the next one. ”

“What if I say I don't have an answer? ”

“I'll consider it a withdrawal. ”

“Are you sure there are only four options? ”

“Yes.”

After reviewing the script again, the facilitator said that he did not know English. He eventually said.

“Then number four. ”

“Four times. ”

The facilitator surprisingly said there was an answer between the two. He sat alone in a fool's mood. He said, moving his hands beautifully.

“The correct answer is three times! It was about sacrifice! Kelly Coin Wins! ”

He uttered an odd pronunciation outside his mouth. He applauded Coin. Coin said,

“Give me the next one. ”

“Yes?”

“I told you. I'll see you at the next game. Get in trouble.”

It was a dead end, but the manufacturer couldn't have hated it. The facilitator happily accepted. The crowd responded well. Finally, the final question came out, and Coin raised his hand first answered correctly, and he won a true victory. He truly celebrated his victory.

“Hoho! Come down here for a second. ”

He now opens his eyes at a white villa that is familiar to him as a house. I saw the book in my hand. I must have dozed off for a while. I woke up to Susan's voice coming from below. The broadcast with Coin spread to the world two months later. The reaction was as good as expected. An American House Review was noticed for a while, wandering the Internet, and it was hot enough for reporters to visit the Coin House. I kept getting angry on the phone for a while.

They loved the coincidence with the coin. Everywhere I went, people easily recognized the existence of two people. Coins were about to explode in a more annoying situation than before. Thanks to you, I'm not going out these days.

“What's the matter? ”

Going down, Susan was looking at the newspaper with a serious look. He sits across from her. She looks at your face and asks.

“Are you awake? ”

“A little.”

“Why did you call me? ”

“No, I'm not.”

She nods roughly and places the newspaper on the table. He looked at what he could see thanks to him. I could see the content simply by the words that caught my eye. He slowly heard the newspaper.

“What is it? ”

The coin that came down late asked. He said without turning his head. The voice was bold.

“I think there's been an explosion. ”

“It's a case. It always blows up. What is it?”

Manipulation. Fraud. Results. papers. Research Team.

“This is the problem you solved. ”

Susan said.

“There was no answer. ”

The gaze of both hats was toward one place. I read the article over my shoulder and got a look at Coin's face with a snapshot of the situation.

“What, are you even? ”

I felt a terrifying aura behind my back. He buried his face deep in the newspaper.

Coins and Coins by chance (6) End

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